shame
oliva
Fraud yelled FIRE
loud and long
and did tote her sack through ancient trees
filled with seeds of screams
she dodged the naysayers
and she beat down oppressors
and she ran all the red lights she could find.
police tape? she burned it.
and teacups were smashed
and at the end,
when Fraud had flung her seeds
and rubbed her clitoris
to temper those tartlings with
bitch juice --
nothing fucking happened.
there are reasons
stone lasts forever
and greenery dies every season
this spring of hers was brief and
redundant.
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she looks
cups her hand over her eyebrows
and gazes stoicly into the distance--
feigns some sort of epiphany--
but epiphany is a lie.
all that searching and only to find
her teacups were made of stone
and the pieces will not burn--
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there is a ship at sea
and mists and waters rampant
and waves of understanding
and beautiful agonizing angst
but.
she failed that interior
wore her stone blinders faithfully
and allbedamnedfailedit.
startling--
she looks down and realizes
the engine was an oar in her own hand.
oliva ©2003
